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She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. “Perhaps,” he said, “I have been to blame. “You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to college, have babies with John, watch her children have children, live, and die as she had always wanted to. ” Annabel gave a little gasp. I secured the dog after he had wounded me. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street.
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